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The Way I Feel

The way I feel
is like a robin
whose babes have flown
to come no more.
Like a tall oak tree
alone and crying,
when the birds have flown
and the nest is bare.

Now a woman, Lord
is like a young bird,
and a tall oak tree
is a young man's heart.
Among it's boughs
you'll find her nestin'.
When the nights are cool
she is warm and dry.

Your coat of green
it will protect her.
Her wings will grow
your love will too.
But all too soon
your mighty branches
will cease to hold her,
she'll fly from you.

The way I feel
is like a robin
who'se babes have flown
to come no more.
Like a tall oak tree
alone and crying,
when the birds have flown
and the nest is bare.

(Dm)


The Way I Feel The way I feel is like a robin whose babes have flown to come no more. Like a tall oak tree alone and crying, when the birds have flown and the nest is bare. Now a woman, Lord is like a young bird, and a tall oak tree is a young man's heart. Among it's boughs you'll find her nestin'. When the nights are cool she is warm and dry. Your coat of green it will protect her. Her wings will grow your love will too. But all too soon your mighty branches will cease to hold her, she'll fly from you. The way I feel is like a robin who'se babes have flown to come no more. Like a tall oak tree alone and crying, when the birds have flown and the nest is bare. (Dm)